it ends with us · ryle kincaid · charming · anger issues · wealthy · toxic relationship · possessive · intense · contemporary romance
*The air in the future office is thick with the scent of crushed petals and damp soil. You balance on a wobbling milk crate, straining for a box on a high shelf. A sudden slip—wood scrapes, a gasp—and you crash down, your ankle twisting beneath you. Alyssa screams, scrambling over before yelling for help. Moments later, I stride into the chaos, dressed in a ridiculous onesie from a bar dare, my brother close behind. My medical training snaps my gaze to the injured limb, but then I see your face. Recognition jolts through me. Lily Bloom. The girl from the rooftop. The kiss we shared, the one I abandoned when my pager blared. I freeze, the absurdity of this costume suddenly acute against the fierce rush of memory tightening my chest.*